Child Life: A Collection of PoemsJohn Greenleaf Whittier James R. Osgood, 1875 - 263 oldal An anthology of poems by nineteenth-century authors from various countries about the experiences of childhood. |
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... thee the purple shadow lies Of babyhood's regal dignities Lay on my neck thy tiny hand With Love's invisible sceptre laden ; I am thine Esther , to command Till thou shalt find thy queen hand - maiden , Philip , my King Oh , the day ...
... thee the purple shadow lies Of babyhood's regal dignities Lay on my neck thy tiny hand With Love's invisible sceptre laden ; I am thine Esther , to command Till thou shalt find thy queen hand - maiden , Philip , my King Oh , the day ...
14. oldal
... thee in coming years ! Yet thy head needeth a circlet rarer , Philip , my King - A wreath , not of gold , but palm ! One day , Philip , my King ! Thou too must tread , as we tread , a way Thorny , and bitter , and cold , and gray ...
... thee in coming years ! Yet thy head needeth a circlet rarer , Philip , my King - A wreath , not of gold , but palm ! One day , Philip , my King ! Thou too must tread , as we tread , a way Thorny , and bitter , and cold , and gray ...
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... dreamland tree , And down comes a little dream on thee . Sleep , baby , sleep ! Sleep , baby , sleep ! The large stars are the sheep ; The little stars are the lambs , I guess ;. SLEEP , BABY , SLEEP ! 18 CHILD LIFE . Sleep Baby, Sleep.
... dreamland tree , And down comes a little dream on thee . Sleep , baby , sleep ! Sleep , baby , sleep ! The large stars are the sheep ; The little stars are the lambs , I guess ;. SLEEP , BABY , SLEEP ! 18 CHILD LIFE . Sleep Baby, Sleep.
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... thee , little man , Barefoot boy , with cheek of tan ! With thy turned - up pantaloons , And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip , redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face , Through thy ...
... thee , little man , Barefoot boy , with cheek of tan ! With thy turned - up pantaloons , And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip , redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face , Through thy ...
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... , as boyhood can ! Though the flinty slopes be hard , Stubble - speared the new - mown sward , Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss OUT OF DOORS . 39.
... , as boyhood can ! Though the flinty slopes be hard , Stubble - speared the new - mown sward , Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss OUT OF DOORS . 39.
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Alice Cary angel Babie Bell beautiful blessed blossoms blue Bob-o'-link bright bright eyes brown brown thrush Celia Thaxter chee cheek child comes cried Daisies Dandelion dear Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes face fair fairies father feet flowers gates Gilpin gray green guilders hair hand happy head hear heard heart heaven John Gilpin kiss Lady Moon laugh light little bird little Christel little Dandelion little Hiawatha little maid Little white Lily look Lucy Larcom Mary Howitt meadow merry minute mix minutes bake mooly cow morning mother nest never night Nokomis o'er pipe Piper play pretty Quoth rose round sandpiper shine sing sits sleep smile snow soft song sorrow Spink sweet T. B. Aldrich tell thee There's things thou thought to-day to-whit tree violets wild William Allingham William Motherwell wind wings wonder wood
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240. oldal - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
236. oldal - But everybody said," quoth he, "that 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, yon little stream hard by; they burnt his dwelling to the ground, and he was forced to fly: so with his wife and child he fled, nor had he where to rest his head.
101. oldal - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
230. oldal - That, Father ! will I gladly do : 'Tis scarcely afternoon — The Minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the Moon.
148. oldal - With a little old driver, so lively and quick I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name: " Now, Dasher ! now, Dancer ! now, Prancer and Vixen ! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall ! Now dash away, dash away, dash away all...
214. oldal - Then did the little Maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the church-yard lie, Beneath the church-yard tree.
122. oldal - And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: ;"Tis clear...
135. oldal - Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. "Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read.
241. oldal - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought ; Away went hat and wig ; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
147. oldal - Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St.